long sleep thinking about leisure

Mo Shaoxian carried him to Huanlingxuan

Ju Yan is a disciple of the servant, so he didn't go to the front yard just now, so he naturally didn't know what happened

Surprised to see the man

"Senior Liu, what's going on? Where's Mr. Song?"

"Ju Yan, you have to change your mouth from now on, that is Mr. Mo Yu Mo."

"Huh? What's going on here?"

Liu Jifeng just patted him on the shoulder without answering.

After resting for a few days, the two of them were fine.

Next to a small stream behind Wei's mansion, there is a forest of apricot blossoms, standing on the green grass of the mountains, which was planted by Wei Changmian himself.

I remember what he said, the apricot blossoms are slightly white, blowing away with the wind, most like him in white.

Warm a pot of wine, just sit like this, drunk, forever.

"Ayu, I brought back the corpses of the head of the Mo family and Mrs. Mo."

Hearing what he said, Mo Shaoxian's hand stopped in the air

Even though his father killed his parents, he still...

Wei Changmian, Wei Changmian, how do you ask me to pay you back? I owe you too much.

"Wei Ming, I'm sorry on behalf of my father! Also, thank you!"

Wei Changmian never hated Mo Tianyun, but in front of Mo Shaoxian, he could give in.

Therefore, even though he was carrying the revenge of killing his father, he still collected the corpse for Mo Tianyun and his wife for him.

"There is no need to say thanks between us, and there is no need to settle anything!"

He knew, from the moment they met, it was over!

"Um"

He took a sip of wine before he spoke

"Wei Ming, I want to know why Yue Jue Jun hates my father so much?"

He hesitated for a while before speaking back

"Because Mr. Qing Yang."

"My brother?"

Mo Qingyang was taken to Wangjing at the age of ten, even though he was Mo Tianyun's own flesh and blood,

But he never got a little love from his so-called father.

Mo Qingyang never cared about it, but there was always a trace of sadness in his eyes.

Personality is also much more mature and calm than his peers.

At the age of 12, he accidentally discovered a bamboo forest in a fairy mountain in Wangjing

He built a bamboo house and named it Yunzhuxuan. Since then, he often came here to live and practice.

This place is quiet and quiet, spring and autumn come, and the bamboos are evergreen.

Sometimes he would deliberately go to the mountains to fetch a clear spring, brew a pot of sake, hold a volume of poetry,

Or burn a pot of bamboo leaf tea

After sitting for a long time, when I was tired, I supported my head with one hand and closed my eyes slightly.

Pure hearted, extremely elegant

Then one day, an old man with white beard and hair came down from the mountain.

In the lush bamboo forest, a young man in white is waving a sword, the bamboo leaves are moving with the wind, and the flying birds are circling

called him over and asked

"Young master, who are you, why did you appear in the old man's bamboo forest?"

"The late student's name is Mo Qingyang. He found this bamboo forest by accident. He thought that there was no owner, so he took the initiative to build a bamboo house. I hope that seniors will not blame me!"

He bent down to the old man and apologized quickly.

"Hahaha, it's okay, since I let you find it, it means that you are destined for it!"

After a slight pause, he went on to say

"This old man is the head of the Jing'an sect in Xuanji Mountain. Just now, I saw that the young master's wisdom is quite high. I don't know if this old man has the honor to accept you as his disciple."

Mo Qingyang's eyes sparkled, and he quickly saluted

"Master, please be respected by your disciples!"

Elder Yuan Zhen helped him up and nodded in satisfaction.

"Master, this disciple needs to go home and bid farewell to his parents before going up the mountain."

"It doesn't matter, it just so happens that the old man has to deal with some things when he goes down the mountain these few days. After three days, you can come here."

"Thank you Master!"

Mo Qingyang returned to the Mo Mansion, hesitantly spoke to his father

"Father, Qing Yang has something to ask."

Mo Tianyun was quite surprised to see him kneeling in the hall,

His son has never made any requests, but today he suddenly came to him and said that he had something important to tell

"You say it."

Mo Qingyang still lowered his head and said

"When Qing Yang went out, he met an expert and worshiped him as his teacher. I hope to practice with the master from now on."

"Oh? Is there such a thing?"

Putting down the tea in his hand, he continued

"Since that's the case, then you go, remember not to embarrass my family!"

From the beginning to the end, he walked out of the lobby without looking at him

Mo Qingyang kowtowed to him and went back to the bedroom

After dinner, Mo Shaoxian came to him

"Brother, where are you going?" He hugged him on his lap and said to him

"Brother needs to travel far away."

"Ayu is going too, my brother takes Ayu to play together!"

"Ayu, good boy, brother will buy you dumplings when you come back!"

Mo Qingyang tapped his forehead lightly.

The little man nodded with a smile

Early the next morning, Mo Qingyang left home and went to Yunzhuxuan to wait for Elder Yuanzhen

Followed him up the mountain and became the closed disciple of the head of Qingxin Nunnery of the Jing'an School

Elder Yuanzhen loves his beloved disciple very much, and has high hopes that he can inherit his mantle in the future.

Command Jing'an.

"Qing Yang, you come."

"Master."

"I want to ask you, teacher, how many years have you been up the mountain?"

"In four years, the disciple went up the mountain with the master at the age of 12, and now he is sixteen."

The 16-year-old Mo Qingyang is still wearing a white Taoist robe, and a simple white headband tied up all his hair

The childishness of the young man reveals his calmness, his fairy robes are fluttering, and he is elegant.

"Yes, according to the gate rules, you can travel down the mountain!"

"Traveling? My disciple doesn't understand! I hope Master can give me some pointers."

Elder Yuanzhen stroked his beard and said to him earnestly

"The disciples of the Jing'an School have practiced in Xuanji Mountain all year round. They are isolated from the world and know little about the good and evil in the world. If they want to become immortals, they must understand the sufferings of the world and dissolve the seven emotions and six desires. Go further!"

Mo Qingyang seemed to understand but only slightly nodded

"Qing Yang, once you get down the mountain, you will know, go down and get ready!"

"Disciple retire!"

On the second day, Mo Qingyang obeyed his master's order, went down the mountain, and went to Nanxi City

Before going up the mountain, although he was in the secular world, he didn't know the smoke and fire.

After staying in Xuanji Mountain for four years, I don't even know the normality of this world.

He was repeatedly deceived by the rascal in the market and couldn't find the north.

One day, someone lied to him that the demon in the east of the city was harmful to people.

After I went there, I found out that it was a group of people from the Taoist sect with low cultivation, occupying the mountains and dominating the mountains, and became bandits. I saw him spend a lot of money on the street a few days ago, trying to rob money.

"This Taoist priest, just obediently hand over the silver on your body, and I will not make things difficult for you!"

"Qing Yang still advises everyone to rein in the precipice as soon as possible and get back on the right track!"

"Stop talking nonsense, you give it or not!"

"Of course not." He replied lightly

"Hmph, you don't have to drink a toast! Brothers, give it to me!"

Mo Qingyang didn't pull out the fairy sword on his body, but only dealt with it with one hand. His cultivation base was extremely high, and he beat the bandits to pieces with one hand.

As for him, the white clothes on his body were not stained with a trace of dust.

Those people suffered a lot,

run and shout

"Smelly Taoist, you wait for me!"

Wei Xize lay on the trunk of a tree and watched the play for a long time, with his legs crossed, his hands behind his head, and a piece of grass in his mouth.

Watching the man in white repel the group of people with one hand

I saw him go under the tree and jumped down

"Master Dao, your purse has been stolen!" Although he reminded him kindly, his tone was extremely cold,

Mo Qingyang touched his waist, only to realize that it was true.

Feeling embarrassed, overwhelmed

Wei Xize had already walked in the opposite direction without looking back.

He had no choice but to go up the mountain to look for the bandit, and after another fight, he took the money bag back.